Joshi's Blog

June 08

JOSHI — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 17:17:07 +0000

Wow. The eighth already? I’m currently working on this awesome new project(I think it was a brilliant idea). If you like Ally Carter/Ann Brashares/Meg Cabot hopefully you would like this, too. Again on my writing thing, it’s a lifestyle, not a hobby. I sometimes wonder if people actually write for money. I mean sure, JK Rowling probably wanted to make a few bucks, since she was on the brink of bankrupt. I see why she would need the money, single-handedly raising a just-born child. And for all her talent, boy am I glad she started writing. I think if Ms. Rowling had remained the same single mother and never stumbled upon the idea of wizardry(if you haven’t figured it out by now, JK Rowling is the author of the Harry Potter[which rocks!!!, if I say so myself] series), I probably wouldn’t have stumbled upon the idea that I actually might enjoy writing. When I first came upon her books, dude did those books look long or what! I was totally insisting that I by no means possibly would I finish those novels in this lifetime. I’m pretty sure that’s what every Harry Potter fan goes through before they actually pick up the book and get entranced in Harry’s world. (And they finish the Deathly Hallows in about a day .) Now I know there’s been all this hubbub about S. Meyer and her Twilight series being better than the uber amazing Harry Potter series. When I first picked up Twilight, I was completely sucked in. Bella and Edward definately had me interested. But the problem with those two series is that kept on getting interesting and the other kind of fell. HP 1 was most definately not the best book in the series. But Twilight was the best one in its respective series. So when I read the last three on both series, Harry Potter had me tranfixed, but Twilight left me questionable. If we’re looking at which author really grasped the story, really made the characters become human-like, the answer, I think, is a good one. Harry Potter is 3-D. And the goal of every author is to make her or his books become 3-D. So the answer is suffieciently clear. Harry Potter.

June 07

JOSHI — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 23:34:28 +0000

It’s a hobby for me, writing is. Writing is just not a hobby anymore. It’s a lifestyle. I don’t write every sparesecond I’ve got. I sometimes don’t even write on a day-to-day basis. I write when I feel like it. When that one special idea pops into my brain. Then I keep on writing until the memory tranfigures out, leaving an empty hole to fill, like one of those water buckets by the pool, the one that flips over and drops water on your head, then turns back around to refill itself over again. Writing, I guess, is like that water bucket. You wait for it to come. You anticipate when it’s going to come, and out of which one, in the case of the bucket. When it wobbles, you go stand beneath it, or you grab a pen. And then you just let it flow.

Poker Face

JOSHI — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 19:58:27 +0000

I wanna hold em’ like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you’re with me I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
I won’t tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin
I’m not lying I’m just stunnin’ with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I’m marvelous

Best Days Of Your Life

JOSHI — Sun, 31 May 2009 19:41:36 +0000

‘Cause I’ll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met ’til you were making me cry
And it’s just too bad, you’re already had the best days
The best days of your life

Ain’t it a shame?
A shame that every time you hear my name
Brought up in a casual conversation
You can’t think straight

And ain’t it sad?
You can forget about what we had
Take a look at her and do you like what you see?
Or do you wish it was me

‘Cause I’ll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met to the very last night
And it’s just too bad, you’ve already had the best days
The best days of your life

And does she know?
Know about the times you used to hold me
Wrapped me in your arms and how you told me
I’d be the only one

I heard about
Yeah, someone told me once when you were out
She went a little crazy ran her mouth about me
Ain’t jealousy funny?

‘Cause I’ll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met to the very last night
And it’s just too bad, you’ve already had the best days
The best days of your life

… with me was a fairytale love
I was head-over-heals ’til you threw away us
And it’s just too bad you’ve already had the best days
The best days of your life

I heard you’re gonna got married
Have a nice little family
Live out my dreams with someone new
But, I’ve been told that a cheater
Is always a cheater
So I’ve got my pride, and she’s got you…

‘Cause I’ll be there, in the back of your mind
From the day we met ’til you were making me cry
And it’s just too bad, you’ve already had the best days
The best days of your life

Susan Boyle and Adam Lambert: What They Have In Common

JOSHI — Sun, 31 May 2009 19:34:02 +0000

Alas, Susan Boyle didn’t win?! That came as a kind of surprise for me. This out-of-nowhere superstar was pretty much announced as the winner of Britain’s Got Talent before the show even ended(somewhat like Adam Lambert, if you ask me). And Mr. Mad World/Ring of Fire/Satisfaction/Play That Funky Music didn’t take the American Idol crown???!!!!

Somehow these two – very unlikely, I might add – human beings were doomed to the same future (SECOND place). I think in both of these cases, they are going to be famous no matter what, so the title would have just been an extra clip-on. One they really couldn’t care less for. Iwas a strong Adam fan from the beginning(sorry folks, I don’t watch BGT), but Kris’s rendition of Heartless won me over. (It’s now playing on my iPod very happily) So what exactly happened that made these two hearthrobs(I use the term lightly) settle for second place?

I’m gonna say it right now. Everyone’s a winner. (Hey, wait! Doesn’t a loser always say that??)

Crazier

JOSHI — Sat, 30 May 2009 20:10:54 +0000

I’d never gone with the wind
Just let it flow
Let it take me where I want to go to
You open the door
There’s so much more
I’ve never seen it before
Always trying to fly
But I couldnt find wings
But you came along and you changed everything

You lift my feet off the ground
You spin me around
You make me crazier, craizer
Feels like I’m fallin’and I
Am lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier

I’ve watched from a distance as you
Made life your own, every sky was your own kind of blue
And I wanted to know how that would feel
And you made it so real
You showed me something that I couldn’t see
You opened my eyes
And you made me believe, you showed me what living is for
I don’t wanna hide anymore

You Belong With Me

JOSHI — Sat, 30 May 2009 19:52:21 +0000

You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, She’s upset
She’s going off about something that you said
She doesn’t get your humor like I do

I’m in the room, it’s a typical Tuesday night
I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like
And she’ll never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you’ll wake up and find
That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can’t you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself
Hey isnt this easy?

And you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town
I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down
You say you find I know you better than that
Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you’ll wake up and find
That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can’t you see?
You belong with me

Standin by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it’s with me.

Can’t you see that I’m the one who understand you?
Been here all along so why can’t you see?
You belong with me

Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me

Victimized

JOSHI — Sat, 30 May 2009 19:46:38 +0000

People don’t realize, don’t fathom, don’t see the tiniest things in life. Your wife curled her hair, you ask, “Did the Jets win?” Your mom made cookies, you ask, “Who?” Your child gets bullied into crying extension, you say, “So? It’s just a phase.”

When someone gets bullied, it scars the veneer of confidence he or she had going for them. It happens once, the child forgets. It happens twice, the child wonders. It happens a third time, the child knows. The child acknowledges the hurt and pain and relinquish. It is role played out, every cliche as vulnerable as the next:

The child goes to a teacher, in need of dire help. The teacher addresses the behaviour to the student, said so, Bully. The bully is strongly advised, no forced, to apologize to his or her victim. The bullying ceases. For a week. The teacher smiles smugly, receives “Teacher Of The Year” for controlling anger, and end of discussion. For a week.

When a child asks you to help them, please DO NOT disregard them. Children are so much smarter than parents, guardians, adult(in general) presume them to be. And spelling out Mary needs to go to s-l-e-e-p because she has s-c-h-o-o-l tomorrow only works for children under three. When a thirteen year old wants to have you as a literary agent because she just wrote a book(that she started when she was TEN), do not say no just because you are apprehensive about her age. If a kid comes knocking on your door to let them in, open the stupid door. Now, I use that as a metaphor. No kid’s going to come knocking on your door for homemade cookies everyday(That’s what Wal-Mart’s for), but I bet there’s hundreds of kids that have suiciderun through their heads when no one turns to look after them. It’s sort of sad and pathetic how little some people do. Sitting at home watching TV while an immigrant worker pours bag out of bag of fertilizer on your lawn, and your SUV tans in the parking lot does absolutely no help. Maybe if you opened your eyes every once in a while, you’d see that your little boy hasn’t come out of his room for three days now. Maybe if you opened your eyes every once in a while, you see the blink on the answering machine from your son’s school asking why he has been absent for so long. Maybe if you opened your eyes every once in a while, you’d see the flies gathering by his closed door. Maybe if you opened your eyes every once in a while, you’d realize something was wrong.

It’s carelessness that gets us all in trouble. It’s lack of integrity. But what about for the people who listen to every story someone has to say? To those people, a cheer. If it weren’t for you, this world would go down the drain like a kid who just thrust a handful of pills down his. He doesn’t need to know what would’ve happened if those had gone through his body rather than through the sewage.

He doesn’t.